The trigger was pulled, the bullet flew out.

Like sudden thunder and lightning, a crimson trail suddenly appeared from above the sky, expanding to both sides with the spread of the booming sound, seeping countless crimson from within the straight lingering light.

It was like a blade had sliced open a wound through the void.

Endless grievances began to burn from that moment.

Blood rained down heavily.

The moment the bullet was fired, the giant handgun had fulfilled its mission; with the giant hand vanishing, it turned into ash. The searing red spewed from Hell then surged forward, extending straight.

In an instant, it tore through the boundless cascading rainbow light, and the sound of breaking never ceased.

The bullet, like glass, whirled through the air; time seemed to slow down countless times, inching forward, carving out spreading cracks from the invisible barrier.

Supporting the sky, the incarnation of the Great Calamity glanced indifferently, and finally, lifted a hand.

It blocked the path of the bullet.

With ease, it kept the endless grievances at bay.

Yet at that moment, within Spring City, the originally dim brilliant lights suddenly surged upward, erupting, disturbing, exploding violently!

—That was the wedge of the present world transformed from the remnants of Pottery Master!

It was as if the generous and lofty elder of the past had acted once again.

This trace of residual power, much weaker compared to the Great Calamity, was subtle and understated, yet it seemed to enter gapless interstices, cutting off a crucial vein at the crux, causing a sudden fluctuation in the spiritual essence supply to the Great Calamity.

Lu Changsheng's three eyes widened.

Astonished.

After the booming noise, the blockade crumbled and disintegrated, and the cracks spread.

That giant hand blocking the bullet revealed a perforating blood hole, the broken bones and flesh so vividly clear, the blood raining down like red rain.

Behind the wound, on that astonished face, deep bullet marks appeared, endless grievances, bitterness, and spite spreading from the cracks, ascending and burning like flame light.

It was as if, beyond the three eyes, there was yet another eye!

Boom!!!

In the midst of the earth-shattering noise, behind him, the workshop that once soared into the sky like a Heavenly Pillar suddenly shook for a moment, then with the continuous cracking sounds enveloping Spring City, countless lines that had been maintained until now broke off thunderously.

The darkness dissipated, revealing the tragic state at the very top of the workshop.

Countless spiritual circuits appeared from the void, disappearing; bits of Superior Essence and Divine Essence like blood, rose from within the workshop, spewing out, melting away.

Jian Yuan stepped back.

Before him, Ye Xian remained indifferent; her blood-stained face was full of cracks, her right hand completely severed, and at her feet, broken sword fragments almost piled up like a mountain.

All were Jian Yuan's masterpieces.

Finally, Jian Yuan lowered his head to look at his own chest.

That gaping hole, and his soul, pushed to the limit, barely enduring.

A silent sigh.

There's no ethics or morality in the dictionary of Embers.

On the contrary, it advocates hitting the blind, cursing the dumb, and kicking the limp leg of the lame.

It's easy to kick a widow's door, and simpler to dig up a ruined family's grave.

As Ji Jue relied on the Sky Rail, crazily invoking the Mechanical Descent across Spring City, stabbing Lu Changsheng, the weightlifting champion, in the back, Ye Xian unceremoniously seized the opportunity.

With the invasion and wrestling of the association from outside, and Ye Xian's sudden entry and attack from close by. To maintain the stability of Spring City and the existence of the man-made Sky Rail, he had to divert a lot of focus to support...

Under the attack from both inside and outside, Jian Yuan fell into unprecedented weakness.

Finally, with a careless move...

The moment the gun fired, without any warning, the Mo Ye's Sword tightly held in Ye Xian's right hand suddenly shattered and exploded.

Mutual destruction!

Even Jian Yuan hadn't expected that Ye Xian, holding such a Matrix Holy Relic that had stepped into the realm of the Heavenly People, would smash and explode it on a whim.

Regarding the Heavenly Artisan's work, which could have been passed down for generations, as a one-time consumable, she used it directly on Jian Yuan's workshop.

After ruining who knows how many other creations with the separation technique, Ye Xian had naturally gained much insight, even considering the dissociation of her work as another method of destruction.

Even Jian Yuan had not anticipated…

In deadly silence, You Sui Craftsman Grandmaster sighed regretfully, shaking his head.

"What a pity."

"It was just a tool after all. If destroyed, just make another."

Ye Xian indifferently, expressionlessly dropped the sword handle, "When to cut off, when to discard, that's what I learned upon breaking away.

The Craftsman has been fighting with him for so long, why make such a hesitant decision?"

Jian Yuan didn't speak.

After a long while, he waved his hand, and a pile of junk flew out from the broken walls of the workshop, landing on the ground. Among them, two chunks of Mercury were particularly conspicuous, one as tough as iron, the other as flexible as silk.

"Give them back to him."

He said, "Such counterproductive stuff, it's really an eyesore to keep."

Ye Xian, puzzled: "Is the Craftsman leaving?"

"What else? The effort falls short with a nonsense stroke. Lu Changsheng can't hold on; should I stay here to cushion him?"

Jian Yuan indifferently: "To have lost once to a youngster, and then again to his teacher, in just one day, is enough humiliation."

Ye Xian coldly shook her head, "If only the Craftsman could let go of perfection, and sacrifice one or two things, perhaps today wouldn't be so disgraceful?"

Just as she had said at the beginning...

There always needs to be sacrifices.

Sometimes, to want both ends perfect, in vain until the end, one might end up getting neither.

Having it all, knowing it all, is but a dream.

Jian Yuan, because of his obsession with 'perfection,' had once landed himself in Zhi Fu. Today, because of his attachment to 'perfection' and his reluctance to let go, he lost to Ye Xian's move.

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